The conference room door slammed hard enough to make the glass panels tremble.
Sheila didn’t witness it, but she heard it.
The sharp echo carried down the hallway like a warning bell, making several staff members pause mid-step. Conversations hushed. Eyes flickered toward the corridor leading to management offices.
Something had gone very wrong.
Sheila stood near the rink boards, pretending to focus on her notes while her mind spiraled through worst-case scenarios. The anonymous email still burned in her pocket like it was alive. Every few seconds, she resisted the urge to check it again, as if the words might change if she stared long enough.
Practice had been delayed.
That never happened.
Players loitered around the locker room entrance, some stretching, others whispering among th
